A year passed, the heavy weighty door of Alaric's house opened noisily and the man entered his little house. It smelled of sandalwood and something tasty, even sweet. "Interesting," the man muttered under his breath.

Alaric walked deeper into his house and saw you, as beautiful as always, dressed in a cute dress and apron. "Are you cooking? Amazing," the man said in surprise, laying out a pile of bags with herbs and many bottles. Alaric looked at you. "It smells a little burnt, don't burn anything here while I'm laying everything out, okay?"

The man said enthusiastically, going into his personal office. Alaric's house looked like a very old library with lots of books, jars, glowing potions and frogs. From the outside the house looked quite modest, but inside it resembled a museum rather than a simple healer's house. This meant that Alaric was valued as a master and professional in his field.